Chapter 13
Ordway was right about the motel being discreet and quiet. Situated back off Highway 101 not too far from the ocean front, a person would almost have to know it was there to be able to find it. Each cabin was detached and at a reserved distance from the others.
After they got inside their cabin, Sugar found it to be like no motel she had ever been in before. The furniture was no mail-order house stuff, the floors covered wall-to-wall with deep shag carpeting, and everything was done to a king's taste, including a big color TV set and a king-sized bed.
"Like it?" he asked, after he locked the door and gave her a chance to look around.
"It's lovely!" she exclaimed.
"Try the bed," he told her.
She looked at him reprovingly.
"Just sit on it, bounce up and down," he modified.
She sat on the bed and sank far down into the mattress. Then she began to bounce up and down, her breasts jouncing delightfully under her sweater. She couldn't help but see his cock grow an inch or two bigger as he took a couple of steps closer to "I never felt a bed like this one," she declared. "What makes it so squishy-squashy?"
He smiled down at her. "It's a waterbed."
"Oh." She bounced up and down on it a few more times, then got to her feet.
Ordway had the box from the boutique that he'd brought in with him from the car. He held it out to her.
"I'd like to shower first," she said.
"Of course, darling." Cal took the cover off the box and Sugar's eyes sparkled as she saw the array of goodies he'd brought for her. "You go shower and I'll hang these things in the closet, so the wrinkles will fall out. You can try all of them on when you come out. But first-I'd like you to j model this after you shower." He handed her an ice-blue nightie, so sheer that she could see the lines on his palm as he held it out to her. "And these," he added, handing her a pair of white, spike-heeled slippers trimmed with monkey fur, and a four-ounce bottle of My Sin perfume.
She took the things and, clutching them to her breast, hurried into the bathroom. She stripped quickly and put on a plastic cap that the management thoughtfully supplied to keep milady's hair dry while showering.
Once under the invigorating needle spray, Sugar scrubbed the stink of food and every other j offensive reminder of Damon and his restaurant out of her pores. Then she dried herself off and daubed the My Sin between her legs, under her breasts and made sure she missed none of the erogenous areas of her lovely body. She put on the ' transparent, ice-blue shortie nightie that barely covered her luxurious pelt, applied fresh makeup, then ran a comb through her long, silken brown hair. Satisfied that she looked the way he hoped she would look, Sugar opened the door and stepped into the adjoining room.
She found Ordway sitting on the edge of the bed, jacket and tie off, shirt open at the neck, waiting for her. Even though she'd appeared naked before Yale, Damon and her uncle, she couldn't help the embarrassment that swept over her as Ordway settled his gaze on her. The nightie offered little or no protection from his eyes that feasted themselves on her tits, her brown bush, her slim body and long, exquisitely shaped legs.
His cock grew bigger and bigger inside his trousers as his eyes followed the delightful bounce of her bubble-ass under the gossamer, ice-blue nightie, as she hurried across the room to the closet, where he'd hung the beautiful sunburst-yellow, silk-wool cocktail dress that he'd brought for her from the boutique. Atop the dresser was a pair of spider-web panties, matching bra, sheer black hose and silk garter belt. She took the dress from the hanger and danced to the mirror with it, where she held the dress in front of her to see what she looked like.
"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Heavenly! And just my size, too!"
She hung the dress back in the closet and, unable to control her enthusiasm, she ran to Ordway, still seated on the bed. To show her appreciation, she leaned into him and kissed him, his hands cupping her dangling breasts through the wispy material of her nightie.
The next moment she was on the bed beside him, his hand moving beneath her nightie. She was immediately aware of the accomplished artistry of his fingers as they roved her quivering titties, teasing the points until they felt ready to burst. Now his free hand was between her legs petting her cunt, the middle finger gliding easily into her slippery, wet hole. His tongue, tasting strongly of a peppermint-flavored mouthwash, was now inside her mouth, for a three-way attack-mouth, tits and pussy. Any attempt she may have made at playing coy or pretending to be unaffected was to no avail. Under his fingers and tongue, her body betrayed her, as she panted and squirmed her way to an orgasm.
Sugar wondered if all girls were so easily aroused, could come as quickly as she-yes-and enjoy it so much? While the contractions were still going on in her body following her climax, Ordway pulled away and threw himself backward on the water-filled mattress, inviting her to lean over him.
Resting on her elbows beside him, she looked down at him and saw the tremendous, throbbing lump in his trousers. She was well aware of what he wanted her to do, and at this stage of the game, she could see little point in playing games with him, pretending she was an innocent. After what Yale must have told him, he knew better. Besides, she wanted to please him. Not only to show her appreciation for the lovely dress he brought her tonight, but to hopefully encourage him to bring her more in the future.
Shifting her weight to her left elbow, she ran the palm of her right hand over the swelling in his trousers. It felt very big and very hard.
He moaned and after a moment, he coaxed her to take it out.
"You're naughty," she told him reservedly.
"There's another dress in it for you, if you do," he said enticingly.
That did it. She fumbled a moment with his belt before she got it unbuckled. Then she unzipped his fly and dug her hand inside the opening of his shorts and fished for his cock. He'd made a mess inside with his drooling, and his cock was slimy wet as she brought it out into the open.
It seemed to be larger than Yale's-longer and fatter-with the same cute little upsweep to its purplish knob, like a proud snake that held its head high.
Moistening her right index finger in the tacky seepage from the piss-hole and, as Yale had shown her that one night they spent together in the ! boutique, she smeared it all over the swollen glans. Then she ran her finger up and down through the valley at the underside that Yale had told her was the most sensitive part of a man's prick. Ordway proved it was true, by the way he moaned and squirmed and tried to pump with the rhythm of I her finger.
She wondered what it would taste like? It looked so much like Yale's penis, could it possibly be as delicious?
She remembered some of the things that Yale had told her about fellatio. Not only that kissing a man's cock was more sanitary than kissing his mouth, but that many prostitutes preferred it to straight fucking, even though they might charge more for the trick. The reasons were multiple. It was quicker, and men, especially married men, enjoyed it more because it was something, as a rule, they couldn't get from their wives. For the girls, it was a lot less messy. They didn't have to worry about cleaning themselves later. Just spit the stuff out, or swallow it, then use a mouthwash. Also, most of the time a girl didn't have to undress to blow a guy. Just open the top of her dress enough for the guy to play with her tits while she was down on him.
However, in spite of all these advantages, Sugar had no intention of sucking Ordway right now. Not only because she didn't want him to think she'd do it that easily. But she'd learned that it wasn't smart to put all her tricks in one basket, I Like too much dessert at one sitting, a man could very easily satiate himself and lose interest in the rest of the banquet. Maybe some other time-and she was going to make sure there were "other times"-it could be used to far better advantage.
That didn't mean she wasn't going to give him a generous appetizer to whet his taste buds for the future. As long as she was in this thing, she decided she may as well go all the way and get just as much out of it as she could. So after fingering his cock to the maximum of arousal, Sugar rolled away from him and lay on her back on the water mattress, her thighs clenched together.
He got off the bed only long enough to pull off the rest of his clothes as Sugar watched him. He was not as well-built as his son. But for a man hugging fifty, he was in remarkable physical condition with nice shoulders, a fairly slim waist and only the hint of a pot.
As soon as he was undressed, he got back onto the bed and began kissing her tits, her belly and downward along her thighs. She offered no resistance as he parted her satiny white thighs. She lay there breathing fast, tense, watching him as he looked down at her moist, open cunt, as only a man his age could look at a teen-age girl.
"Beautiful," he murmured with keen delight. "There's nothing in this world as lovely as a fresh, young girl's vagina."
He put a forefinger at each side of the hole and gently spread the glistening pink lips, causing Sugar to close her eyes and writhe sensuously. She waited, half expecting him to start kissing her down there. But whether he didn't go in for eating cunt, she didn't know, and at the moment it didn't really matter. She was ready enough for him without it.
He knelt between her legs and, supporting himself on one elbow, grasped his cock in his free hand and brought it to her cunt. The moment the velvety knob of it brushed her hot, wet lips, it jumped so violently that Sugar thought surely he'd shot his wad prematurely; come before he was even inside her. But she knew differently when she felt it back again at her pussy, hot and hard as ever.
She brought up her legs, bent at the knees and spread them wide, opening her cuntlips for him as much as she could. He was gentle with her, pressing into her slowly and with great care. It reminded her a little of that first time with Yale, rather than the bestial way her uncle attacked her.
She had to admit to herself that it felt good to have a cock in the front hole again, after the week of buggery she'd experienced with Damon. What made it even more pleasurable was that impudent little upsweep at the head of Ordway's cock, that reminded her so much of Yale. In fact, when she threw an arm over her face, covering her eyes, it was Yale screwing her instead of his father. That Ordway's cock might be longer and fatter made little difference. Her cunt very quickly adjusted to the new size.
What did make a difference was the waterbed. This was Sugar's maiden voyage, and it took her a little while to get used to its rolling motion. But once she regulated her movements to it, she discovered that it not only fought back, compounding their humping, it added considerably to the conventional intercourse in which they engaged and gave the two of them a truly hydraulic fuck.
Just before his cock started to swell for the big moment, Ordway asked the perennial question: "Want me to come in you, or pull out? I'll pull out if you say so."
"It's no fun for you that way," she breathed throatily. "Stay in me."
"I wouldn't want you to get caught."
She remembered her lessons from sex class and said, "I won't be. I'm in the middle of my cycle."
"That's my girl. . . that's my sweetheart," Ordway panted, obviously delighted that he could finish inside her and enjoy his orgasm to its fullest. It seemed to add new impetus to his screwing, bringing him on more quickly. Because after only a few deep, penetrating jabs, he lifted her bodily off the mattress in both arms, held her close to him and began thundering his cum into the depths of her belly.
For Sugar it was sheer delight to feel the first liquid torrent splash against the walls of her cunt, gloriously soothing and refreshing after the voluptuous feeling he'd brought her and the weeks since both Yale and her uncle ejaculated inside her on the same night. Damon doing her in the rear hole didn't count. It was particularly delightful at this moment, because her own orgasm had started with the first convulsive jerking of Ordway's tool, filling her with excruciating pleasure.
Instinctively, as she had done with Yale, Sugar wrapped both her legs around his father's middle and kept squeezing his cock between the spongy walls of her cunt, milking every possible drop of sperm from him. This enabled her to continue enjoying her own climax, even after he had completed his.
It was undeniably a beautiful screw, and he told her so. What amazed her was that even after he got off her, his cock never really lost its size or stiffness. After only a few minutes, he was ready to go again.
As he started to move toward her, Sugar drew back for a moment to ask a rather personal question, one that puzzled her. "What will your wife say, if when you get home, you can't take care of her properly?"
"My wife?" He laughed loudly, amusedly. "You can't be serious? She's the most sexless female in the whole damn world. You know how many times I get to have intercourse with her during the year? Three times if I'm lucky. Father's day, my birthday and maybe once in a while for our anniversary. And even then it's like screwing a corpse. She just lies there like she's dead. Her vagina doesn't even get wet. I have to use half a jar of Vaseline on her. I'd get more pleasure out of masturbating." He brought his mouth to Sugar's nipples and pulled at them hard. "That's why with you, darling, it's like being born all over again. You'll make me young again."
Then he mounted her and fitted his tireless cock into her tight, pink, fur-trimmed hole that still oozed his cum. She wiggled her ass around on the water-filled mattress and sucked him deep into her cunt. Then, as she grasped his ass and rode with him to another jarring climax, she wondered if she was really enjoying him as much as she was leading herself to believe, or was it simply because he felt so damn much like Yale inside her?
One thing for sure, she hoped that her relationship with Ordway wouldn't be as short-lived as it had been with his son. Because in him, she saw a definite short-cut to all the things she wanted and made up her mind, then and there, that she would do anything she had to do to hold onto him.